Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Let’s Do The Time Warp
by Russell Turner - 20:18 on 28 February 2020
The A9 exists in a time warp. Ten hours after leaving The Rural Retreat, en route for Leamington and the Warwick Half Marathon, Grandson of Seat and I had only just reached Perth. My watch claimed two-and-a-half hours had passed, but ten is what it felt like.
Roadworks and rain didn’t help, then a brief flurry of snow at Kinross which turned into much heavier rain complete with wind, blinding spray and paddling pool roads. Some drivers still considered it good overtaking weather and not gloomy enough to switch on their lights. Unsurprisingly, matrix signs warned of several accidents; ambulances could be seen threading through the tailbacks.
Things calmed down after Edinburgh. I looked forward to the heavy snow forecast for Carter Bar and Otterburn but got drizzle instead, so no dramatic vistas to tempt me to take the Pentax out of its bag.
The Redesdale Arms, equidistant between home and Chez Richard, was where I stopped for the night just before 4pm and after 250 miles, by which time my left leg in particular was eager for release. Ten minutes after parking it felt fine, which is just as well for Sunday’s athletic hopes. The forecast remains cool and dry, if a little blowy. Blame Storm Jorge.
Out soon – I hope.
Settled in my room, an email check revealed that printing of the next Chatterbox, which should have begun today, will be delayed until the pokey Portakabin we were moved into a few months ago is heated up and dehumidified enough for the printer to work. The premises are fine in warm weather but not fit for purpose in winter; a new room is being sought.
The silver lining is that printing won’t be complete on Monday (assuming it’s started by then) so I don’t need to hurry back, which means I can break the journey home too. My legs will thank me for it.
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